“I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.” Erma Bombeck, American humorist
There’s a Norman Rockwell holiday — where even grandpa’s wrinkles are picturesque — and there’s the rest of us. We’ve probably all had some blissed-out moments here and there, but, more often than not, there’s something, well, amiss.
We don’t have any truly dramatic tales — thank God — but here are a trio of oddball holiday happenings that we have experienced. Can you relate?
Fail 1: The urgent-care holiday. Knowing that our home office/craft room would soon be serving its other role, guest bedroom, I did some tidying up. This involved moving a sewing machine into a closet. A sewing machine whose cover latch failed and dropped right onto my foot. This was not a whisper-light newer model. Oh, no. This was a “mid-century modern” behemoth.
The PA at the urgent-care clinic was shocked the dark-purple puffiness was “all” that was wrong. An ibuprofen was administered and some crutches and rest were prescribed. On the way home, I remembered I don’t always react well to ibuprofen. That had to be why I felt an odd tickling in my tummy.
Ho, ho, ho, you are thinking. And, you are right. Stomach flu swept through the house like lightning. By the time our guests were all here, I was sitting on the couch in a ratty bathrobe, my crutches on one side and a small bucket on the other. A pizza was ordered at some point and our guests fled at dawn.
Fail 2: The embarrassing date. The first holiday I spent with my new boyfriend (now my husband), involved delivering meals to extended family who weren’t well enough to leave home. It was lovely and we were in love to the point of practically glowing until we returned to my family home.
There, my snow-dampened boots made only brief contact with the kitchen floor. I fell like a cartoon character, flat onto my back, as he watched in horror. It was one of those falls that literally knocks the breath out of you. I couldn’t even speak, just worry that he who played hockey for pleasure into his 20s would be unimpressed with she who couldn’t cross the kitchen.
OK, he obviously realized I needed a steady hand to hold mine. So, not a total fail.
Fail 3: The crazy weather. One year, while I still lived near Chicago, a freak blizzard effectively killed our holiday. My cousin’s fiancé was stranded at a church off the interstate. She, stunning in her all-red outfit, practically cried. Most of our family was stuck at their various houses — with no food prepared. Only those who lived within walking distance actually made it. That made six of us and a whole lot, lot, lot of food.
We tacked wool blankets over the doors, so bizarrely fierce was the wind, and basically hunkered down to a long winter’s binge. Again, maybe this wasn’t a total fail. Gramma was a really good cook.
How about you? Kitchen fire? Car trouble? Baby arrival? Turkey terror? It all happens — especially on the holidays. This year, I rather hope it doesn’t. But, if it does, know you are not alone. Be blessed this Thanksgiving — no matter what!!!